Ivy's POV
The car ride back is silent... except it's not. There's something buzzing between us, thick, electric, pulsing like a live wire.
Alexander hasn't said a word since we left the store, but his hand is on my thigh, his grip firm, fingers twitching every time I shift. He's seething under the surface. Not yelling. Not storming. That's not his style.
No, Alexander Wolfe simmers. Boils quietly. Dangerous.
By the time we pull up to the mansion, my heart's rattling against my ribs, not from fear, but from anticipation.
I follow him inside like I always do, drawn, possessed, claimed.
His shoulders are tense as he tosses the keys onto the console. I can feel the storm inside him.
I sit on the edge of the bed and finally break the silence. "You didn't have to do that," I say softly, w
